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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.