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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.