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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.