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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.