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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
DNA,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.