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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.