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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.