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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.