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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.