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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Move,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.