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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.