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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.