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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.