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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.