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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Monks,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.