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 Belgium and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.