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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Wings,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.