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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.