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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.