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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.