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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.