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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.