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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
the Association,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.