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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
UT,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.