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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Technova,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.