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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.