Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.