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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.