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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Kayak,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.