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 Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.