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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.