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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.