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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.