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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.