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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.