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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.