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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Index,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.