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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.