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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Associates,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.