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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.