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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.