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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.