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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.