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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.