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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.