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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.