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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.