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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.