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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.