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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.