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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Man Parrish 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.