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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.