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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.