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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.