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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.