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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
UT,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.