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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.