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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.