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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.