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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.