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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.