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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.