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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.