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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.