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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.