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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bill Near 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.