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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.