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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.