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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.