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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.