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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.