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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.