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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Index,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.