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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.