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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.