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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.