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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Nas,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.