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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.