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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Television,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.