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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.