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 Poland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.