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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.