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 Guyana and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.