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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.