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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.