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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.