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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.