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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.