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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.