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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 808 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.