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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Symarip,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.