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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.