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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.