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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.