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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
X-102,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Faust,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.