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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Radiohead,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.