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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Sparks,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.