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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.