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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.