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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.