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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.