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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.