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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.