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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.