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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.