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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.