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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Television,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.