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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.