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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.