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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.