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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.