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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.