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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
The Move,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.