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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.