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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
X-102,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.