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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.