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 Canada 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.