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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.