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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.