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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.