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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.