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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.