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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.