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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
cv313,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.