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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.