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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.