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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.