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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.