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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.