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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.