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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.