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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.