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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.