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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.