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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.