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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.