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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.