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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Can,
Inner City,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.