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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.