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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.