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 Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.