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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.