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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
UT,
Franke,
Q65,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.