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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.