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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.