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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.