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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.