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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
New Order,
Organ,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.