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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Nas,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Franke,
Newcleus,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.