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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.