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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.