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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.