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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.