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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.