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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.