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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.