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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.