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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.