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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.