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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
AZ,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.