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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.