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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.