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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.