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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.