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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.