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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
the Swans,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.