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 France and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.