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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.