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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.