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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.