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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.