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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.