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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.