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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Franke,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.