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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.