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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.