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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 ABC to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.