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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.