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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.