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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Index,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.