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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.