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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.