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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.