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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.