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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.