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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.