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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.