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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.