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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.