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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.