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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.