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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
X-101,
ABC,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.