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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.