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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.