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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.