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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.