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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.