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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.