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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.