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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.