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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.