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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.