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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.