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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.