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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.