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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Fear,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.