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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Q65,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.