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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.