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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Monks,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.