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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.