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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.