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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.