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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.