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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.