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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.