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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.