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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Porter Ricks 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.