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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.