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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.