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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.