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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.