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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.