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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.