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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.