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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.