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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.