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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.