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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.