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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scrapy 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.