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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.