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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.