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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.