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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.