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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Magma,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
UT,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.