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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.