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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.