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 Uganda and from New York.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.