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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.