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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Wings,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.