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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.