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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.