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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.