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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.