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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Wings,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.