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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.