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 Romania and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.