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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.