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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.