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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.