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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
DNA,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.