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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.