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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.