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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.