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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.