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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.