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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.