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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.