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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.