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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.