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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
UT,
Smog,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.