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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.