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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.