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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.