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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Names,
Ronan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.