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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.