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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.