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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.