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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.