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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
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.