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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Index,
Television,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.