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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.