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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.