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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.