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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.