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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.