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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
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.