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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.