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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.