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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.