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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.