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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.