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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.