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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.