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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Nas,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.