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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
UT,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
DNA,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.