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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.