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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.