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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.