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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.