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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Japan,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.