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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.