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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.