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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.