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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.