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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.