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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.