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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.