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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.