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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.