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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Smog,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.