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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Slave,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.