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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.