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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
ABBA,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.