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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.