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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.