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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.