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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.