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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.