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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.