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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Can,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.