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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.