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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.