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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.