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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Remains,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.