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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.