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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Q65,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.