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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.