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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.