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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.