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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.