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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.