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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.