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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.