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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Index,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.