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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.