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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.