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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
cv313,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.