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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Cymande,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.