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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.