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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Pagans,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.