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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.