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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.