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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.