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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.