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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 Suicide to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.