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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.