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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.