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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
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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.