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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.