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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.