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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.