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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.