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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.