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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.