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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Country Teasers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Can,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.