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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.