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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.