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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.