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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.