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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.