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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.