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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.