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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.