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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.