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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Television,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.