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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.