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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.