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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.