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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.