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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.