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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Brick,
JFA,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.