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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
UT,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Smog,
DNA,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.