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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.