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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.