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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.