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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
June Days,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.