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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Visage,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.