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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.