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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Index,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.