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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Pylon,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.