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 Israel 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.