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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.