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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.