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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.