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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.