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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.