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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.