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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
PIL,
AZ,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.