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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.