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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.