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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.