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 Bahrain 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.