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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.