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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.