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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.