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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.