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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.