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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.