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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.