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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Swans,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.