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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.