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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.