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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.