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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Japan,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.