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 Malawi 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.