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 Malta 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.