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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.