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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.