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 Namibia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.