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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Leaves 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.