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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.