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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Faust,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.