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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.