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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.