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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.