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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.