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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.