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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.