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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.