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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
the Association,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.