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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.