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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Index,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.