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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.