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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.