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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.