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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.