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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.