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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Wings 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.