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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.