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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.