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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.