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 Germany 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.