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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.