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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
New Order,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.