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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.