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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.