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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.