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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.