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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.