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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.