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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.