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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Slave,
John Holt,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.