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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fear to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.