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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.