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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.