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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.