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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.