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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.