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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.