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 Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.