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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.