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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.