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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.