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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.