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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.