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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Smog,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.