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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.