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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.