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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.