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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.