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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.