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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.