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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.