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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.