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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.