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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.