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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.