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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.