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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Urselle,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.