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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.