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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.