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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.