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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Faust,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.