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 Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.