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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.