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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.