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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.