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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.