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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Associates,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.