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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Monks,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.