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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.