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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.