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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.