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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Monks,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.