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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.