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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.