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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.