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 Haiti 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.