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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.