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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.