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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.