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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.