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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.