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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Q65,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.