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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.