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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
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the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.