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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.