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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.