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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.