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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.