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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.