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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.