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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.