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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.