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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.