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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.