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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.