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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.