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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Faust,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.