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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Japan,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.