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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.