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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.