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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Scion,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.