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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.