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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.