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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.