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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Lyres 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Monks,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.