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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.