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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Fear,
Monolake,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.