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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.