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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Index,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.