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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.